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I took dat bitch to style her out
(Style her out)
I told you I am not your mans
(Not yo mans)
We bout to kick it like it's Vans
How you snitch up

I know you hear me comin here I come 
And I'm called the Miggida-Miggida-Mac 

Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb 
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb

the same stacks...
Moving weight by the squat rack... 
Shackled up with them big chains
I put in work like a black slave
My journey is a whole escapade

The Gutter Shit

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. 2: The Peace Disc

2000

and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker that's all
Can't none of why'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you

Yeah
Costello
Still typing
Before the mid teens I was drafted by the streets
Signed a mountain deal for seven years D.O.C
On a pasta diet weights was

boss
Say lil Dre, hang out the window get to dumpin

Back in the day, always told my mama, I'ma be somethin
I always thought it was sports, but who knew

get inna mood
I was down now I'm up off this shit that do
Ran up a check I just sit in a booth
Stay by myself don't got nuthin to prove
I might get

You ain't no kin of mine
Y'all stop running up on me with
Them damn written rhymes
It's Big Tigger in the booth on B-E T
It's so incredible how I flow

apologies 
I'm steppin in some moccasins 
Yo legs is lookin locked and shit 
I was bred to pull up poppin shit 
My aim is on a dot and shit 
Yuh
It's Mac 11

knew losin yaself
Would make you find much
Em & Dre
Somehow da grind stuck
Can't forget 5'9 fuck
Cuz Royce's way uh rollin
Stayin fired up
Dey see uh

the bosses salute the Lt
Up to my face in dem trenches
Yea dat lil bitch let me fuck cause she stay in dem trenches
Me n lil Dre on a flight she never been

by the half pound
Come and get your fix and tell me how the slap sound

Now I'm bout to rap now, gotta speed it up start snappin on the track now
Get

chillin like I'm a villain fresh off a L
Rollin up za, you can tell by the smell
Broke me some hearts, man I'm going to hell
Damn, just stay outta cell

I'm Hot

Webbie

Savage Life 2

2008

don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man 
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo

for me
Well dats ok cuz couple real niggas stay wit me
And dey don't play by me 
It was only me and Dre aint no Dr.Beats
Me And Dusky Traded Clothes

Aminé never fold (true)
I'm back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch
I'm Dre I get my Mac on
If that ass is fast I

money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let 'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem, where they Mac and revolve 'em

a Sittdown  pon mi name a chase like catty
We nuh trust them
We nuh trust them
Dem caah kill we
We a fuss them
Mac90 rev dat like the truck them
Dat a spread

body hit a shwurl make yah gasp for breath like a MAC MAC MAC dont even think twice im stroking she chocking she speeding dat speed up she gushn down my

Swang on Em

MJG

II Trill

2008

what
Bein' swallowed by them city lights
Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life

[Chorus]

I'm in dis hoe by myself
A elf
Get knocked off the shelf
The chain
Wet like Michael Phelps
This bitch
She don't need no help
I'm in dat mug fuckin

Firm Fiasco

AZ

The Album

1997

mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
Play low style,

Light up that weed and smoke
Light up that weed and smoke

Rolling woods and we rolling through the bay
Going dumb and we slapping that Mac Dre
Like

Body Parts

Three 6 Mafia

Da End

1996

Klan Kaze playas makin them profits 
Hoe 

[MC Mac]
chillin down on the lower level 
waitin for my time to come 
with this fool 
a million styles 
maybe